Chapter 16 chapter Ten

I have said, I have saved my soul. —Marx, Critique of the Gotha Program I know what happened later. It was time for me to stay in the division hospital for more than two months and return to the division headquarters with my sick body. We will send military representatives to connect us back to the division headquarters from that armed force.In name, it was to transfer the place of detention, but in fact it was to re-investigate the cause of Song Zheng's death.Of course, this is the role played by Deputy Teacher Song's old head; the letter she sent to Wang Yufang for us finally achieved its purpose.Except for me who was unconscious due to coma, everyone else truthfully wrote circumstantial evidence to the representatives of the Bingtuan Army. Of course, the testimony of Li Fangwu and Dr. Li was the main one.After the investigation was over, this "study class" disbanded in a flash without finalizing the case or rehabilitating anyone.

I didn't go home.I can't bear to watch my mother die again.That so-called home was all given to Mr. Zhao, the neighbor who took care of my mother's funeral.And soon, I was sent to another remote group field. I lived in that regiment for ten years. In the autumn of 1978, with white temples and tears in my eyes, I took the corrected documents and transfer order and reported to my current unit—the Provincial Publishing House. .Since then, I have been in the sun. She is not dead.After I came out of the hospital, I found out: On the night when she sent me the letter, she changed into a new green uniform, sneaked into the big puddle east of the company—the place where I rescued Liu Jun’s wife, and jumped into it. .However, she was discovered by Wang Fuhai, who followed closely behind. After she was picked up, she went on a hunger strike and struggled for a long time, and finally married Wang Fuhai. Later, I learned one after another: In July of the following year, she gave birth to Liu Jun's daughter (probably only Wang Fuhai, her and me know this).Two years later, another daughter was born, and this is Wang Fuhai's.

"...Sometimes, when encountering sad things, I feel that I can't get over it, but after a long time, I get over it." Hearing these news, the words she said to me in the past always echoed in my ears . When the Provincial Bureau of Agriculture held a memorial service for Song Zheng, I was also notified.In the provincial party committee compound, I ran into Wang Yufang who had just gotten off the car. "Ah! Xiaoshi. Ah, I should call you Old Shi now!" She took my arm and led me to the flower pond.She still looks energetic, but she also has white hair on her temples. She held my hand and said "Old Song, he... is all thanks to you..." and couldn't continue, we all insisted Resisting the excitement in her heart and the tears in her eyes, in the end, she was the first to speak, as before, shrewd, crisp, and eloquent. "How is it? Are you okay now? I have read all the articles and poems you published on the standard of truth in the newspaper. They are very good! I didn't expect you to be able to do it! Ah, I remembered: what year was it? In the second year after Lin Biao fell to his death, I received a letter from that armed company, which seemed to be the one named Joe, asking about my nephew, which is your situation. You say it’s ridiculous, but I became Your aunt is gone! She said she had no other intentions, and asked if you were in good health. I couldn't figure out the situation, so I didn't dare to reply..."

What can I say?Until 1972, after she had given birth to her second child, she was still thinking about my health and took my lies as the truth.I can imagine her longing for me before writing the letter, her worries, her pains, her hopes, the repeated struggles in her mind, and her feelings when she has not received a reply for a long time. Disappointed and sad. What can I say?Maybe until now, she is sitting in the train, imagining that the time went back to twelve years ago in an instant, and she successfully stole the key. The person sitting next to her is not Wang Fuhai, but when I fly to her hometown with me. , and take my lies as the truth!

After returning to the provincial capital, the first person who came to see me was Lao Qin.He insisted on taking me to a nearby tavern for a "drink or two".It turned out that he and I took completely different paths.After he came out of the "study class" in 1968, he actively participated in the factional struggle. With his knowledge and ability, he was soon hooked up with powerful people in the province at that time. He became a man of the hour in the provincial agricultural port. "...To be honest, I don't have any other purpose, just for revenge!" After two drinks, he said a little drunk, "What kind of beliefs, what principles, I can't talk about it at all. When I think of those days when we were in Armed Forces, Thinking of that horror, my heart felt like it was on fire, like I was going crazy, who cares what it is! Come on! Let's struggle with others, and have a lot of fun..."

He used his ability and the power he obtained to knock down the people who had punished him one by one. The "company chief" of the armed company probably felt that he couldn't stand it at this time and was transferred back to his hometown.But he himself did not escape.In the "exposing, criticizing and investigating" campaign in 1977, he was again targeted, but he was liberated relatively early because he did not have any bad deeds that aroused public indignation. "...What a nightmare! Now, I want to resume scientific research and start a career, but I can't do what I want. I have almost forgotten what I learned in college in the past. I really envy you. I can do it. Sigh! For the past ten years or so, my energy has been devoted to this kind of revolution against people. But how many decades are there in a person’s life..."

He held the wine glass and stared at me with red eyes, as if waiting for my answer.This reminds me of the characters in which movie again. I knew it would take an extraordinary amount of energy to rebuild my life.However, there is still a bit of his original sparkle in his drunken eyes, and I believe he can return to some serious business.However, I thought of Wang Fuhai, an ignorant rural boy who could have learned some culture and technology, but he has been used as a prison guard and a thug for a long time, so he has nothing to do except to guard others.Now, according to a law of social ecology, if there is a lack of a link in the social biological chain on which he depends, he will be at a loss and go on in a daze.However, I also wish that he can rebuild his life, because by his side, there are people I love.

Dr. Li is now retired, but still serves as a consultant to the city hospital.Xiao Shunzi has returned to Tianjin to take over his mother's job. Before leaving, he brought his chubby lover and chubby child to see me at the publishing house with a basket of salted duck eggs. "The Remnant of Dregs" has also retired and is home looking after his grandson.The problems of Ma Li, Xiao Chen, and other so-called criminals have been solved long ago, and they are all working in their respective positions now. Of course, "Mr. Troublesome"'s "writing against the standard" case has been completely rehabilitated, and now he can say something other than "messy, troublesome".

When I came out of the hospital and learned that she was not dead, I had the courage to live.The letter she sent me ended my horrible experience like a huge exclamation point.And it was she who made me finally wake up, and guided my doubts, pain, confusion, and wavering to a correct direction. "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth." What a price I paid for knowing this simplest and most basic principle!I know: Although her body was fished out, she buried her youth and love, as well as mine, in the mud at the bottom of the puddle. I—a weak and superficial atheist who has survived, sincerely hope: We will always adhere to this principle!

Bless the people!